Lyrics
Tall poppy, chop him down
Tall poppy, chop him down
Keep your head down, and ya bum up
Fair dinkum ya dog, have a go!
fuckin hard yakka, have a go!
Wanna fucken go? then have a go!
That bloke's got no excuse
He's talkin' shit that's not true
He needs to be put in his place
He needs to be punched in the face
Tall poppy, chop him down
Tall poppy, chop him down
Tall poppy, chop him down, chop him down
Tall poppy, chop him down, chop him down
It's the so-called lucky country
But the luck's not for everyone
We treat our dogs like refugees
And the refugees like dogs
We're a deeply conservative nation
But we see ourselves as loveable larrikins
Never say sorry and never cry
And don't ever talk about the genocide
Tall poppy, chop him down
Tall poppy, teach him how to shut his mouth
Tall poppy, chop him down
Tall poppy, chop him down